How to Please Abs of Steel

[Fairy Dragon]

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"We're home!" Kyoko said in a rare happy mood as she opened the door to her house. The source of her happiness was on her shoulder, not sharing in the joy. Stick had been beaten up and carried here after the two met up at the massage parlor where Stick planned to get a nice pleasant day to herself and instead met Kyoko. The Belly Queen plotted to show Stick a lesson about being a manager and wanted to do so by destroying those nice abs that Stick kept, thinking Stick a coward who had no right to be near a ring. Stick wasn't strong enough to beat her down but she did prove that she could put up a fight when she surprised Kyoko and keep the fight going once she thought she would win, which earned her some respect from Kyoko even though the Belly Queen still intended to beat her up. Kyoko had grabbed her stuff and Stick's bags were brought with them but Kyoko was still wearing her open Kimono and Stick was still in a bikini, it made her exit a funny sight for everyone there but no one stopped them from leaving.

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"Almost there." Kyoko said walking Stick back to the workout room she made, with the main focus being what was in the middle with the big purple punching bag Kyoko had used on many in LAW and out of it, a list of people Stick was about to join. Kyoko brought Stick down and pushed her against her punching bag, holding her arms and trying to tie them up so that Stick would hang against it, exposing her abs for more of Kyoko's lesson. "There! You look so cute like this Stick." Kyoko said backing up and getting a good look at Stick's defenseless body.

[thesteedman]

There was little Stick could do, and no one would help her. She was too weak to call for aid, and when Kyoko had walked past staff members, they did not seem to care to mention anything the moment they saw it was Stick that was over the Belly Queen's shoulder. The notion of that did dishearten Stick a bit, realising all at once that beyond Stone, she literally had no one to turn to. No one cared that a wrestler was kidnapping her essentially... but looking back on how she had treated the staff since her arrival... could Stick really blame them.

She did not recall much after being carried out of the area. She must have passed out, not remembering the trip or method on how she got here. All she knew, was that she was in Kyoko's home when she came to, still clad in nothing more than a two piece bikini. She was still weak, and could only groan when Kyoko began to secure her form to a large punching back, binding her wrists above her head, forcing the alluring Brit to stretch more of her intoxicating midriff. Her bare stomach was still tensed up, no doubt over strained from the workout Kyoko had already given her. There was certainly a beauty to Stick, beyond her terrible persona; she was a woman to behold, her hair deeply red, her face angelic in spite of the scar.

Her body was well kept as Kyoko was already aware, especially for a woman that was not a fighter. Her chest was well rounded, her skin seemingly flawless, and her abs were fantastic.
"Ugh... I... I am not... cute..." Stick grimaced out, writhing her form, accidently giving Kyoko a fine display of her well-tuned body as she struggled against her bindings. She gasped out, looking around, taking in the details of her surroundings before she realised how grave her situation was. She looked upon Kyoko with a look of concern, seeing as Kyoko's kimono was open, exposing her own intoxicating figure as Kyoko was clad in nothing more than a two piece bikini below her open dress.
"H... hey now. I thought you were just messing around... you're... you're not actually going to... torture me or something are you?" Stick gasped out, panic setting into her tone as she writhed and struggled against her binds.

[Fairy Dragon]

Stick had none of her anger or fire now, and she looked cuter without her personality shining through. Kyoko's eyes were mostly on her alluring belly that she wanted to keep messing with, but really Stick had such a sexy body that anyone could be attracted to her even if her abs weren't as beautiful as they were.With the fight gone, she had only her confused body language that seemed to be teasing Kyoko more and her shock at the sight of things going this badly, she never suspected this outcome. For good reason, since Kyoko Akan proved to be unpredictable to everyone. It was now that everything was coming together for Stick that she started to question if Kyoko was serious about her intentions, unfortunately for Stick she was.

"I was not messing around, I'm a woman of my word Stick. I take pride in backing up what I say." Kyoko said taking her kimono off, it was already open and it would just get in the way now. "I almost let you go, after you knocked the wind out of me. I even thought about letting you beat on me until you were satisfied, but then I remembered I still had to follow up on this promise. We all have to learn our lesson some day Stick." Kyoko said and would step in before punching Stick's midriff. "This is your lesson, be prepared to take a beating to stay in this business. Stone can't do all the work." Kyoko said, grinding her fist against Stick's cute belly and feeling those, the Belly Queen seemed to have mixed feelings, first wanting to beat her up for being annoying but now having a bit of respect and admiration for her.

[thesteedman]

"S... Stone doesn't do all the work! I... I do!" Stick gasped out... that was, until a massive strike hit her in the bare stomach. Stick gasped out, her lips parting as she doubled over as much as the punching bag behind her would allow. She tucked her legs up, her ankles crossing as her head dipped low, her body almost forming into a C like shape around the point of impact as Kyoko's knuckles dug deep into those exposed abs. She groaned out, feeling that fist grind deeper into her stomach, testing her muscles and her core. Stick's toes curled as her hands clenched, bound above her head. Kyoko was not messing around, showing just how serious she was.

Stick coughed a few times, before her body went a little more limp, still feeling that hard fist pumped into her belly. She groaned again, breathing deep, feeling her stomach muscles strain. After a few breathless gasps, Stick took a moment to try and compose herself. By now Kyoko had let the Kimono slide off her shoulders in a smooth fashion, falling into a pile upon the floor. Kyoko herself was clad in nothing more than two piece lingerie, her bra and panties hugging her form whilst her own midriff was left exposed to the elements. Kyoko was a remarkable woman to behold, beautiful, her form fine tuned from all the years of training. Her midriff was on another level, there was a reason she had the reptuation of Belly Queen, her abs and midriff a colossal and alluring sight to behold. Stick might have found the sight something to behold if she was not tied up and beaten as she was.
"Uugh... my stomach..." Stick gasped out, breathing in a strained manner.

[Fairy Dragon]

Kyoko was going to take her time when it came to testing out the body of her punching bags she played to who they were. Stick wasn't capable of handling some of the quick and hard punches she usually did, and would pass out quickly if she tried them. That meant going slow and enjoying each reaction, even though it meant having to listen to Stick. "Do you throw the punches or take the hits? I haven't seen that, it's all Stone while Stick cowers the minute she sees a fist." Kyoko said pulling her hand away to give a Stick a moment to recover.

"I assume most of your body is natural, your abs are firm but are barely tested I wager you haven't been punched there all your life, or for a few years before I got to you. If you had, maybe you wouldn't in so much pain." Kyoko said before she threw another punch, hitting the center of Stick's belly to hear another moan, and she would push in deep again while leaning in to feel how hard it was, before she pulled away again and punched Stick a third time to see how she could handle two punches.

[thesteedman]

Stick groaned out, still hanging in place with Kyoko's fist deep into her bare midriff. She coughed a little, listening as Kyoko whispered into her ear. She listened as Kyoko would ask if she took the hits or landed them, a loaded question with no good answer. Stick gasped as Kyoko pulled her fist slowly from her stomach, allowing Stick to relax a little as she gasped out in pain. She was clearly winded, needing a moment to regain her breath before she could even attempt to answer.
"I... I'm the mind behind Stone... I... I tell her how to strike... when to defend! S... stone is the body... I'm the brain!!" Stick tried to explain, trying to share the knowledge that the two were ultimately a unit.

It seemed the answer was not enough to satisfy Kyoko. Or if it did, Kyoko simply did not care enough. Whatever the answer was, the chances were this second punch was always coming. Her closed fist collided into the well-tuned abs of Stick, hitting right in the centre of her stomach above her navel. Stick moaned out, doubling over again, before the fist was removed from her stomach, only to come in again.. harder this time! Stick's eyes went wide, her mouth opening wide as she cried out in pain. Her body curled up around Kyoko's arm as her fist began to drive deeper into her bare stomach, pressing her against the punching bag she was hanging before and from. Her toes curled, her body writhed, before she gasped out and near went limp.

She was left hanging, breathing deep with whimpers and groans. Already a few beads of sweat began to develop upon her flawless skin, as her abs visibly tensed and strained. She was still very much conscious though, which meant she could take a double hit at the very least, even if it was not at full strength.

[Fairy Dragon]

Stick attempted to reason with Kyoko by explaining her place in LAW but she couldn't stop the punches that continued to test her toned belly and enjoy feeling the muscles give from the power of her knuckles. "So for all that brain you don't try and do some of the brawn yourself?" Kyoko asked, not buying it and continuing to punish Stick herself since she had her. Her fingers would wrap around Stick's waist and eventually her arms would close in around Stick's body before she pulled her into a bearhug.

She didn't say much from there, the two were tightly pressed against one another, two fit bodies mashing in a contest of her strength but Kyoko's abs were far more used to these contests of endurance than Stick's untested abs and she would be doing the squeezing, wreaking havoc on Stick's midsection in the process of crushing her body while enjoying every second of it.

[thesteedman]

Stick had not even fully recovered from the strikes yet, when she felt Kyoko slip closer to her. There was a look in her eyes that brought grave concern to the manager, as she gasped out, feeling Kyoko's hands glide along her hips, tracing around her waist in a slow and delicate manner. It was only when Kyoko's arms would continue to slide around her waist that she figured out what was going to happen next. Stick groaned quietly as Kyoko docked her lower midriff against Stick's, pressing their stomach's together whilst those arms soon began to enclose around her waist.

With a deep bearhug locked, Stick gasped out, writhing as she felt Kyoko's abs tense up to begin grinding and dominating her own. The two were up close and personal, as Stick moaned in pain, feeling her belly being crushed against Kyoko's whilst her waist was squeezed in a deadly bearhug. She hoisted her legs up, wrapping them around Kyoko's hips, trying to relieve some of the growing pressure, but it did not help but. And she could not help but gasp out now that Kyoko was wearing little more than her underwear whilst she bearhugged her own bikini clad form. It was much more skin contact than before now that her Kimono had been disregarded.
"W... wait... There... there must be something... something I can do. I.. I can do whatever it is you want..." Stick began to plea, whilst she could still breath.

[Fairy Dragon]

Stick's desperation made this fun, knowing that she was trapped and lacking any pretense of defiance that some tried to maintain. The lesson was already taught at the parlor, this was just Kyoko enjoying Stick's body the way she was known to do and after punching her she would enjoy a few moments of squeezing that slim belly and watching Stick struggle. The Belly Queen's abs were too much for Stick, simply grinding her abs against her was too much for the redhead facing the world's best and tested abs against her firm but untested ones was enough to have Stick in a breathless fit, she had no chance of winning the fight, and was trying to bargain her way out of this now. Kyoko was ignoring it until Stick's pleading got really desperate while her abs were giving out.

"Whatever I want?" Kyoko said, easing up on the bearhug, saving Stick from being crushed while Kyoko leaned in to rest her head on her shoulder. "What can you do Stick? What do you think I want?" Kyoko asked, whispering in Stick's ear, keeping the hold on but letting Stick off the hook and letting her feel the risk of being squeezed again if she failed to give her a satisfying answer.

[thesteedman]

Kyoko's hold was a mockery of a snuggle, the smile in her eyes speaking more than words as she began to playfully nuzzle herself against Stick's shoulder. Her breath was against her neck, her arms still very much wrapped firmly around her waist. There was no squeeze for now at least, but she could feel Kyoko lightly tensing her abs against her own, teasing her, threatening her, the implication of squeezing her body hard a reality if she did not give a good enough answer. Stick was breathing deep, a few beads of sweat glistening upon her alluring form. She was still catching her breath, her mind racing rapidly for something... anything she could use to get out of this stomach torture.
[color=darkred"I... I know you like a good stomach... and... and..."[/color] Stick stumbled. She was onto something, knowing Kyoko had a facination with a good core, but it wasn't going to be enough. She groaned as she felt the arms tensing, pressing her belly up against Kyoko's. She was running out of patience with her already.

"A... a dance?... I could dance for you. A dance that shows off my core. I could dance for you." Stick gasped out, not really thinking too much about whether she was actually capable of doing such a thing. It was a bridge to cross when she got there, but Stick gasped out, wondering if what she offered would be enough. Sure... it would be humiliating, but it would be a hell of a lot better doing a dance than taking those powerful punches and enduring those oppressing squeezes around her body.